Tag Archives: gender

A few weeks back, the perinatologist’s office called to tell me the results of my blood work. The woman on the phone reported that all results were good. (Yay!) She continued, “… and the gender …” “NOOOOOO! No no no no … Continue reading →

“Do you know what you’re having?” It’s a question the expectant crowd grows accustomed to hearing again and again throughout pregnancy. While query-weary moms-to-be might be tempted to retort, “a human,” they could know the desired answer to the boy-or-girl … Continue reading →

Hi there. It’s nice to meet you, and thank you for sharing this journey with me! I know you may not know me, and if you don’t, you should know one thing about me before you begin to follow along: … Continue reading →

One of the main things people ask when you are expecting is, “What are you having?” Even if you aren’t far enough along to know, they always ask when you will be able to find out. I know there are … Continue reading →

“She looks so cute in that outfit!” A kind store clerk recently made this statement to my wife, referring to my son. Mrs. Rogers smiled and continued to shop as though nothing had happened. It simply was not a big … Continue reading →

Why is it that mothers of girls experience people mistaking their daughters for boys and mothers of boys experience people mistaking their sons for daughters? If you don’t know, that’s fine. Either wait for a pronoun to be dropped or … Continue reading →

It’s no secret that I strongly opposed finding out the sex of our baby going into this pregnancy. I liked the element of surprise and the romance of guessing until the end. Hearing my husband announce whether we had a … Continue reading →

The test came back positive—congratulations! You’re going to have a baby. While your nine-month to-do list is growing by the minute, it’s likely you can think of little else besides seeing your bambino for the first time. Thankfully, waiting 40 … Continue reading →

So, do you know what you’re having?” asks the checkout gal as she glances at my beach ball of a belly. “No,” I smile, “we’re not going to find out.” Even before the rehearsed words leave my mouth (this isn’t … Continue reading →